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Kalas
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"Time to party!"
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4 yrs ago
Just found out that I'm gonna be an uncle to twins! 😁
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4 yrs ago
Ay, if you see me lurking on your profile, it's because there was drama on the status bar which I missed and I'm being nosey AF. Don't mind me.
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5 yrs ago
There must be hundreds, if not thousands, of incredible RP ideas that are wasted every year, due simply to a poorly formatted Interest Check. Shit's gotta pop off the screen and punch you in the face!
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Bio
Yo, I'm Kalas!
I'm actually less gone now than I have been for years. I've even joined a new RP, hoping it lasts!
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Current Roleplays:
- Bleach: Rise Of The New Generation
Preferred Genres:
Sci-Fi: Fantasy: Anime: Other:
- Cyberpunk - Magical School - Naruto - Halo
- Space Opera - Superheroes/Villains - Bleach - WH40K
- Post-Apocalypse - Dungeons & Dragons - Sword Art Online
- Steampunk - Legend of the Five Rings - My Hero Academia
- Mecha - Gods & Deities
- Virtual Reality
- Space Opera - Superheroes/Villains - Bleach - WH40K
- Post-Apocalypse - Dungeons & Dragons - Sword Art Online
- Steampunk - Legend of the Five Rings - My Hero Academia
- Mecha - Gods & Deities
- Virtual Reality
Original Roleplays:
Here are some Roleplay Ideas that I have attempted to run in the past but which ultimately failed because I'm a trash GM. If any one of these ideas interest you i.e. You'd like to assist me in running one or you'd fancy trying to run a game yourself, please do not hesitate to contact me first. I don't mind you taking inspiration but don't blatantly rip my shit off. P.S. I have several old threads archived, as well as PMs to myself, in order to stake my claim to these Roleplay ideas.
NovaGames Studios Presents: Arcade All-Stars - Virtual Reality, Esports, Team-based, Small.
NovaStar Studios Presents: HeroTV - Superhero, Superpowers, Slice of Life, Comedy, Medium-Large.
Ocean Horizon: The Shardseeker Chronicles - Steam/Clockpunk, Minor Powers, Sky Pirates, Monsters, Medium.
Guildfall: City Under Siege - Post-Apocalypse, Horror-esque, Minor Powers, Missions/Quests, Large.
The End of Our Days - Post-Apocalypse, Military, Horror-esque, Missions/Quests, Large.
NovaStar Studios Presents: HeroTV - Superhero, Superpowers, Slice of Life, Comedy, Medium-Large.
Ocean Horizon: The Shardseeker Chronicles - Steam/Clockpunk, Minor Powers, Sky Pirates, Monsters, Medium.
Guildfall: City Under Siege - Post-Apocalypse, Horror-esque, Minor Powers, Missions/Quests, Large.
The End of Our Days - Post-Apocalypse, Military, Horror-esque, Missions/Quests, Large.
~23 July 2024
Most Recent Posts
Procrastinated hard with this one O.o
When he had told them to get inside, Mez hadn't expected Hundred to come hurtling straight at him. The impact of their collision sent him cascading across the corridor and smashing into the wall. An audible clang of metal rang out, echoing in both directions. That was sure to wake something up. As he regained his composure and returned to his feet, he let out a feral growl of displeasure. The metal flooring beneath where he had fallen remained scraped and dented but Mez was fine in comparison.
He was just brushing himself off when he turned a focused stare toward the Gygan, sizing her up. Despite the recent calamity, he didn't feel any ill will towards her simply annoyance. Though the look he received in return was just as predatory. Of the six of them on board the forgotten space hulk, he deemed her the most dangerous besides him. However, she also seemed the least likely to lash out in an angry manner. He supposed that's what made her one to watch. If she was going to do anything, it would most certainly be a well-calculated, premeditated attack. And if the pair of them came to blows, he wasn't entirely sure how he'd call the fight. Whilst he was extremely familiar and confident in his own strengths and abilities, the Gygan on the other hand remained somewhat of a mystery to him. Sure, she had displayed sufficient usage of her micro/nano-scale machinery she liked to call The Dust, but her actual fighting prowess had yet to be fully displayed. The droids from earlier were hardly a fight.
He mentally noted her down as a level 3. As he did so, three miniature stars appeared above her head. His optical implants came with a Combat Initiative Program that would identify threats, weaknesses and certain points of interest, as well as vitals and damage reports. Whilst it remained useless as a normal environment scanner, during the heat of combat or situations that presented a certain factor of danger towards his being, the program would display many useful pieces of information and data to help Mez to survive. Scanning the room, he looked at each of his so-called 'teammates', they were currently all identified as green. Anything new that moved would automatically be identified as red until established that it was not a threat. He had input suspected combat ratings of the other members of the mission back on board the shuttle, only now had he decided upon Hundred's.
He noted that Marga had managed to drag an injured Human through the door in time. It was Farvis - the man he had sworn to himself would die by his hand. He felt nothing for him now, even if he were on death's door, although he would have preferred to be the one to administer the killing blow. His former lover was growing increasingly more concerned with the man but Mez let it go, she was prone to becoming emotional during times like these. Instead of hovering over the man, he decided that he would look around the corridor in which they had managed to survive. He began an idle stroll to the left, keeping a single hand on his pistol and his other hand on his blade, ready for anything.
He was just brushing himself off when he turned a focused stare toward the Gygan, sizing her up. Despite the recent calamity, he didn't feel any ill will towards her simply annoyance. Though the look he received in return was just as predatory. Of the six of them on board the forgotten space hulk, he deemed her the most dangerous besides him. However, she also seemed the least likely to lash out in an angry manner. He supposed that's what made her one to watch. If she was going to do anything, it would most certainly be a well-calculated, premeditated attack. And if the pair of them came to blows, he wasn't entirely sure how he'd call the fight. Whilst he was extremely familiar and confident in his own strengths and abilities, the Gygan on the other hand remained somewhat of a mystery to him. Sure, she had displayed sufficient usage of her micro/nano-scale machinery she liked to call The Dust, but her actual fighting prowess had yet to be fully displayed. The droids from earlier were hardly a fight.
He mentally noted her down as a level 3. As he did so, three miniature stars appeared above her head. His optical implants came with a Combat Initiative Program that would identify threats, weaknesses and certain points of interest, as well as vitals and damage reports. Whilst it remained useless as a normal environment scanner, during the heat of combat or situations that presented a certain factor of danger towards his being, the program would display many useful pieces of information and data to help Mez to survive. Scanning the room, he looked at each of his so-called 'teammates', they were currently all identified as green. Anything new that moved would automatically be identified as red until established that it was not a threat. He had input suspected combat ratings of the other members of the mission back on board the shuttle, only now had he decided upon Hundred's.
He noted that Marga had managed to drag an injured Human through the door in time. It was Farvis - the man he had sworn to himself would die by his hand. He felt nothing for him now, even if he were on death's door, although he would have preferred to be the one to administer the killing blow. His former lover was growing increasingly more concerned with the man but Mez let it go, she was prone to becoming emotional during times like these. Instead of hovering over the man, he decided that he would look around the corridor in which they had managed to survive. He began an idle stroll to the left, keeping a single hand on his pistol and his other hand on his blade, ready for anything.
I've got a post lined up, I just need to finish it. Been a little busy with stuffs.
This really isn't shaping up to the beginnings of the beautiful romance between our two robotic honies that we were hoping for. Perhaps Sevyn should dump a cybervirus into Hundred's neural net to make her a little more girly and cuddly? >D
I'm sure she'll come around, Hundred and Mez will be total bros fo'sho'
I feel sorry for Ensign Ballard. She's going to fail her flight examination now, all because Felix won't be home to help her with her docking procedures.
For some reason, I thought that was just a sexual innuendo. Now I feel bad that she won't pass.
Fair enough. I just read that and started to get super mad at the Lone Star's designers.
Honestly, as a Building Engineer, the runners would have been a far more practical choice.
Hundred's on this shit. Hold tight.
<Snipped quote by Kalas>
Why in the Multi-limbed, Money-hunting Masters of Gyges would the outer airlock door be on hinges?
I was talking about the inner...
With a silent hiss of escaping gas the door seal snapped off and the hatch swung open.
If it swung open, it would imply that there are some form of hinges in order to operate correctly.
EDIT:
My original thought was that it remained on a set of runners, embedded into the floor, that the door would slide over. But after re-reading Simply's post, it turns out not to be the case.
Are you sure she wants to do that? The hangar doors are still open two meters and so the main deck would be exposed to space.
Already working on it.
For the briefest of moments, Mez was at peace. Cascading into the hatchway, his arms wrapped around his former lover and her's similarly embracing him. The amalgamation of rushing air and a powerful explosion punctuating his moment of bliss. He gazed down towards Marga, though her mask was on, he could tell what her expression would be purely from memory. It was a moment that seemed to last forever, as if they were trapped in time, destined to hold on to each other for eternity.
When Mez awoke, it was to the sound of shouting. "Get the fuck off me!" @Bonjour xx
Marga was struggling beneath him. It took him a few seconds to realize the situation but once he did, Mez rolled away swiftly. His face screwed up into his usual look of disgust. And, slowly, feelings of regret and anger came flooding back. 'Why? Why the hell did I save her?' In the time since their parting, Mez had only ever needed to look out for himself. Now, the first time the two of them saw each other again, his instincts were off on their own mission to get back into her pants. Well that's about as likely to happen as that Human surviving. Nobody could have withstood that, not even him.
But there was now a bigger problem to deal with, the breach in the hull. The umbilical had been torn away completely and the rush of air had grown stronger. If it weren't for his naturally magnetic implants, he would have been jettisoned into space with the rest of the contents of the airlock. His re-breather had activated autonomously too, as well as his Jurichara Shielding, which kept him completely airtight. He would need to move fast, the hole was only going to get worse.
After a few moments, he saw a hand offered out in front of him. A white gauntlet, the hand of the Human Medic. He batted it aside ungratefully. "Get the hell outta my face, I'm not hurt." He spat with venom.
"Be glad I have mag boots, colleagues! Marga, you need to help me search for a way to seal this hole, and fast! I don't know if Hundred or anyone else made it out of that alive, but if we don't get the survivors in and seal that hole, we're not going to make it! Mez, you too!" @DJAtomika
"I'll go get Farvis, he was further back than the Syndarian. You work on the hole!" @Bonjour xx
Pushing himself to his feet, Mez started toward the hatch door, it looked out of commission due to the explosion but the hinges looked to be in reasonable condition and, with any luck, could be forced closed. As he reached the door, he activated the mag-pads in his palms and latched on, then began to push behind it. "You better hurry up and get your asses in here, otherwise you're getting left behind." As he started to exert his enhanced strength, the large metallic door screeched in protest. He grimaced against its monstrous weight but slowly the door began to move. "Seriously!" He breathed, the door inching further with each strained effort, "Get the fuck in here!"
When Mez awoke, it was to the sound of shouting. "Get the fuck off me!" @Bonjour xx
Marga was struggling beneath him. It took him a few seconds to realize the situation but once he did, Mez rolled away swiftly. His face screwed up into his usual look of disgust. And, slowly, feelings of regret and anger came flooding back. 'Why? Why the hell did I save her?' In the time since their parting, Mez had only ever needed to look out for himself. Now, the first time the two of them saw each other again, his instincts were off on their own mission to get back into her pants. Well that's about as likely to happen as that Human surviving. Nobody could have withstood that, not even him.
But there was now a bigger problem to deal with, the breach in the hull. The umbilical had been torn away completely and the rush of air had grown stronger. If it weren't for his naturally magnetic implants, he would have been jettisoned into space with the rest of the contents of the airlock. His re-breather had activated autonomously too, as well as his Jurichara Shielding, which kept him completely airtight. He would need to move fast, the hole was only going to get worse.
After a few moments, he saw a hand offered out in front of him. A white gauntlet, the hand of the Human Medic. He batted it aside ungratefully. "Get the hell outta my face, I'm not hurt." He spat with venom.
"Be glad I have mag boots, colleagues! Marga, you need to help me search for a way to seal this hole, and fast! I don't know if Hundred or anyone else made it out of that alive, but if we don't get the survivors in and seal that hole, we're not going to make it! Mez, you too!" @DJAtomika
"I'll go get Farvis, he was further back than the Syndarian. You work on the hole!" @Bonjour xx
Pushing himself to his feet, Mez started toward the hatch door, it looked out of commission due to the explosion but the hinges looked to be in reasonable condition and, with any luck, could be forced closed. As he reached the door, he activated the mag-pads in his palms and latched on, then began to push behind it. "You better hurry up and get your asses in here, otherwise you're getting left behind." As he started to exert his enhanced strength, the large metallic door screeched in protest. He grimaced against its monstrous weight but slowly the door began to move. "Seriously!" He breathed, the door inching further with each strained effort, "Get the fuck in here!"
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